He was supposed to be a hot, emotionally unavailable bad decision with an expensive car and zero interest in commitment, she was supposed to enjoy the ride and keep her heart out of it, and somehow three hookups later he buys her the exact Porsche she has been obsessing over. Now Roxy has the dream car, a dangerously generous man who actually listens when she talks, and one tiny problem: somewhere between stolen hoodies, late-night drives, ruined TV nights, and kisses that keep getting harder to call casual, she might be falling hopelessly in love with him.